Page 49 of Bound To Me

“Sweet Jackie.” His voice was chipper, far from his usual tone; I figured he was drunk. “What’s my baby doing?”

My heart pounded as tears filled my eyes. “I’m—I’m not doing anything. Why are you calling me?” I was too confused to understand what was happening.

Michael laughed on the other end. “Come over, baby. Please. I want to see you. I’ve got a new place in Williamsburg.”

My mouth flew wide open. I had been dreaming of this day for months. He sounded so normal, so unlike his usual cruel, dominant self. I didn’t know how to react.

“Okay. Do you want me over right now?” I asked hesitantly.

He chuckled again. “Yes, sweet Jackie. Come now. I’m texting you my address.” He hung up.

I received his address not long after. He was only a couple of short train rides away. I quickly got into the shower, threw on some clothes, and headed for the train. Twenty minutes later, I was standing at his front door, watching my shaky fist carefully knock. Michael quickly opened the door, and my heart dropped; he stood there wearing nothing but boxer briefs with his hard cock bulging underneath. His fucking abs and arms and thick, muscled thighs made my mouth water. And oddly enough, he was smiling at me.

“Sweet Jackie. Come in, baby.” He held the door open and gestured for me to come in.

I looked around his fancy apartment. There were floor-to-ceiling windows in the two-story space, offering stunning views of Manhattan across the river. But I didn’t have much time to take it in; I heard the door close behind me, and Michael was quickly standing behind me, slipping his hands up the front of my shirt after shrugging off my jacket. I could smell the alcohol on him, but I already knew he had been drinking.

“Mmm, your nice, big, perky tits,” he whispered in my ear, then pressed his lips to my neck.

My heart began to stomp furiously in my chest, his touch instantly making me wet between my thighs. I closed my eyesand basked in his gentle touch. Had I finally died and this was my reward?

“Does my good girl want Daddy’s cock?” His voice was soothing as he pressed his lips to my shoulder, pressing his hard cock against my ass.

“Yes, please, Daddy,” I moaned as goosebumps prickled my body.

Michael suddenly pulled both of my arms behind me, holding my wrists in place with one hand. I watched as he pulled rope out of the console table in the hallway where we stood. I stood there patiently as he tied my wrists together, then ripped my thin T-shirt apart, exposing my breasts to the cold air. He hooked his thumbs into my jeans at each hip and quickly pulled them down along with my underwear. I stepped out of them and waited for his next move.

“On your knees, sweet Jackie. Eyes on the floor.”

I smiled as I dropped down to my knees and kept my eyes pointed down at the floor in front of me. Michael slowly walked in my view and I heard the motions of him jerking off.

“God, look at my sweet Jackie, with my name carved all over you. My property. Such a beautiful fucking sight to see,” he gruffed. “You haven’t shown anyone else, have you?” It was more of a statement than a question.

I quickly shook my head. “No, Daddy.”

“Why not?”

I blinked down at the floor. “Because I love you, Daddy. I only want you.”

He laughed loudly. “So fucking desperate. My pretty, sweet Jackie. How did you become so fucking weak?”

Tears began welling in my eyes. I didn’t know how to answer, or if he even wanted me to.

“Doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you belong to me. You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” His voice was booming and becoming more and more sinister as he spoke.

My tears began to stream down my face. “Yes, Daddy.”

Michael put his hand to the back of my head and tugged on my hair, forcing me to look up at him; his eyes were dark and angry.

“You’re mine, Jackie. All. Fucking. Mine. Do you understand?”

Amidst the suffocating fear, there was a strange, twisted hope settling into my chest. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

He quickly slapped me hard across the cheek and the pain made me scream out.

His words spit out at me. “You are bound to me. You will always be mine. You will do as I say and you will be my fucking pet until you die.”

I began to sob; I didn’t know why he was so angry when I was being so compliant. All I could do was nod and say, “Yes, Daddy.”

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